Friday's Letters

Dear Park City: Thanks for being so wonderful to us last weekend. I really do love you. You remind me of up north Michigan and when I'm with you...I feel at home. Dear H: I hope you had a wonderful birthday! I love you! Dear Snow: THANKS for coming so early this year. Can you come around more often this year? I really like you a lot. Dear Thanksgiving: Can you get here already? I'm ready for some sissy/mom/Jacky bonding time. Dear Mom: I think we're going to FINALLY paint our door this weekend. I can hear you cheering already. ;) Dear Weekend: Thanks for being here. I needed you. 

More letters

HERE. 

Happy Birthday!

Hubband. Hubs. Hunnie Bunnie. 

It's your birthday!

Today is one of my favorite days of the entire year. Because if you hadn't been born, well this blog probably wouldn't exist and Charlie and I would be very sad and lonely. womp womp. 

 I hope you don't mind that I outed my nicknames for you up above, but they're just so cute. Like you. 

You know what else I like about you and would miss if you weren't in my life?

Your blue eyes (which I hope our kids get) 

Your laugh. It's contagious 

Your devoted nature

Your testimony

Your smile 

Those dimples. They slay me

The way you call me honey muffin

How you always tell me you love me

Your voice

Your kisses

Cuddles 

I mean, let's get real here. I love everything about you. 

So, I hope you have a very happy birthday and know that I love you very much. 

xoxo

your wifey

Big Cottonwood Canyon

Yesterday, between sessions of General Conference, Todd and I took a drive up into the mountains (finally). I've been watching the trees slowly changing colors and have been itching to go up and take some pictures. Big Cottonwood Canyon was simply gorgeous and I can see this drive becoming a tradition in our house.  

Friday's Letters

Dear pup: I really hate when you look at me like that when I leave. Dear self: You really need General Conference this weekend. Pay attention, kay? Dear Doctor Who: I think I'm in love with you and your antics. (sorry Mr.) Speaking of, Dear Mr: Your birthday is coming up! You're getting so old! ;) Dear new sewing machine: Please be nice to me when I use you for the first time this weekend. Kay? 

love, 

me 

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